[Intro]Queen Bitch yah shit shit is crazy youCan't fuck with youFor realThey can't fuck with youThey can't fuck with youWhat's wrong with ya'll bitches manWhat's wrong with ya'll niggas manc'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggasWhere you at niggac'mon niggaWhere you at Where you at nigga c'mon

[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]Yo Check them out Yo yo yoWhen it's murder on my mind, I do it all the timeGot tombstone flow, wit a casket rhymeYour gats is plastic, I got platinum ninesWith gold shells Banger Vegas tap yah spineI'm the type to spazz out and take back what's mineRep for my hood niggas slinging crack and dimesHalf is mineSo you know it's half my timeIn the pen or the boxWith my man on the oxWe gon do it like we did it on the blockLet's rollLike wit 60's 30'sforty niggas with meRep yah hoodRep yah blockRep yah cityThis is me talkin, without the Remy in meI kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel meShow ya'll the true meaning why Banger act willieCause I start to spazz and smack a bitch sillyThey call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millisYeah niggas

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) Lil' CeaseDo what you like (We don't give a fuck)Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)And fuck tonight (It's yah mother fucking world)Do what you like, do what you likeDo what you like You got a muthafuckin gunBust of the nine All my niggas grab a bitchAnd fuck tonight It's ya mother fucking worldDo what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]Ayo yo ayoThis is for them niggas frontin, don't really want itMy thirty-two bullets got all yah names on itHit them in the brain, niggas slayingLayinh dormantIced out grenade, with the big chains on itNew Years blimp With B.I.G. name on itIceburg sweaters with Kim name on itCease-A-Le Tee with big blood stain on itEvery time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on itNiggas got rhymes but they flow's so boringNo stage shows, so forget about touringMad at my team cause my niggas stay scoringAll you gotta do is make a false move and it's warningMy guns bustNiggas get wet when it's pourinRain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the morningFive star general, spit a uzi at yah coffinRun up in yah crib without a search warrant

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[Verse 3 Bristal ]Once again it's onThe mother fucking psychos M.A.F.I.A.Bitches feel us, we the realestMy Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride forSend that ass slow like I ride a six fourI'm what yah kids admireDon't want to see retireGot bitches in the pen and in the church choirGot a new attitude for the Y2KSame shit nigga try me I'm a blow em away

[Verse 4 Lil Kim]Ayy yo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook offSick of mother fuckers trying play us lick we softYou have any idea how many words I shook offI'm not havin uh no I'm not havin itYou heard what I said, don't make me raise my voiceAnd I know ya'll don't want me to call me boysM.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the clubMy whole crews in the clubAnd girl, don't you hate when bitches be with the friendsDancin all wildBumpin you again and againYea I know That some real punk shitFuck that I ain't trying hear that drunk shitBitches like that get stomped outYou know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk outLady what we fear nigga you likeGive em a pussy inviteIt's aiight maybe get yah pussy sucked tonight